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ไพ่สบาย ๆ "Quartermaster, strike one bell," said Christy. The young officer declared he had nothing there to steal. As he spoke, he took from his coat pocket on the bedpost an envelope containing his commission and other papers. It was safe; so were his purse and watch. "In what direction is the head of the steamer pointed, Mr. Pennant?" he asked as he joined the lieutenant. "Den I gib you all de answers you want," replied the negro with a cheerful smile. "Whar de gumboat?" "What has broken now, mother?" asked the lieutenant, glancing from one to the other of the busy couple. CHAPTER VIII THE PRISONER OF WAR